Hey you guys these last two chapters were really late I know but I wanted to get a few chapters written before I posted and I had a serious case of writers block. Any way here you go….
Chapter 3 "A Rough Night"
I was running at full speed through my old house in Chicago. Things weren't normal and I didn't know what was going on. I was screaming for my parents but I heard no answer in return. Fear ran up and down my spine. My head was spinning and I was losing my balance. Suddenly it hit me, why I was running and why I was looking for them. It was that night. I woke up suddenly, in a cold sweat, and bolted for the bathroom almost tripping over something, or someone, on my way. When I reached the bathroom all the contents of my stomach decided to visit. I was sitting on the bathroom floor when I heard someone coming; my head started spinning then I realized where I was. I had gone to Dean's hotel room after we finished talking because it was late. He had taken the floor after a long argument about who needed the bed more. It was him who I had nearly tripped over on my way to the bathroom. He appeared in the doorway rubbing his eyes. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only boxers.
"Is everything ok?" He asked.
"Yea I'm fine you can go back to bed." I replied looking back down at the floor I was sitting on. I noticed I was wearing my tank top and a pair of Dean's boxers he lent me.
"Are you sure about that, you look like shit." He said crouching down so he was almost at eye level with me.
"Yea I had a bad dream. I'm sorry I woke you." I said and then I noticed my mouth tasted horribly. I proceeded to make a nasty face in response to the taste.
"Need a toothbrush?" He asked with a smirk.
"Could I bother you for one?" I said and averted my eyes to the ground; this could not be more embarrassing.
"Sure, don't worry I always carry an extra." He returned to his normal height and walked out of the bathroom. I heard him mumble something to his brother under his breath. He returned with a new toothbrush and tooth paste.
"Thanks a lot. He reached out his hand and lifted me off the ground. I stood up and started brushing. Dean stood there and watched me. As I finished I told him he could go that I was fine.
"Well we were going to get up and hit the road in about an hour anyway. You wanna' grab a cup of coffee with me while Sams still asleep?" he asked
"Sure. Grab me my jeans will ya?" I asked pointing to where they were folded on the edge of the tub as I brushed my hair back into a pony tail. He put them on the counter next to the sink along with my flannel shirt. He retreated to the room to get himself ready to leave as well and I continued my process of getting decent for society. When I came from the bathroom Dean was putting on his jacket and moving his bags close to the door.
"You ready?" He asked, turning to look at me.
"Yea, are you gonna' leave a note?" I replied thinking how pissed I would be if I was his brother and I woke up and he was gone and left me no clue of where he was.
"Nope he knows where I am. Let's go if we leave now we might avoid all the truckers." He smirked and opened the door for me. I laughed and sauntered out into the cool sea air. We weren't on the island but you could still smell the ocean in the air and that was such a comfy smell for me. We reached the diner that was across the parking lot and Dean walked up and opened the door for me. I walked inside and took a deep breath. God I couldn't wait to get some of that coffee. We found a table off to the side by a window and we sat down. We placed our order and then we both sat back, relaxed, in our booths.
"So what was that whole thing in the bathroom this morning?" He asked looking at me pointedly. He wasn't going to settle for the old 'I had a bad dream' thing. Dean was smart and he knew there was more to it. However, I really did not want to try and explain the situation at the moment so I gave it a shot anyway.
"It was nothing just a bad dream ya know." I said as I saw the waitress bounce up to the table. Dean gave me that 'yea my ass' look and turned to look at the blonde in the mini skirt and barley-there tank she was wearing. A huge smile spread across Dean's face.
"Hello Candy." He said drawing out her name like it was the most beautiful thing he could say. He smirked at her and she giggled.
"Well good morning sir, what can I get you?" Her accent was ridiculous, over the top really. It made me want to punch her.
"I'll have the special, extra sausage, and coffee black." He said with that same stupid look on his face.
"Sure thing cowboy." She turned to walk away and I shouted, "Yo princess what about me?"
"Oh I am so sorry sweetheart how about you?" She said with a fake smile.
"Half coffee half milk." I stared her straight in the eye, let me tell you, if looks could kill, that girl would be gasping for air on the ground.
"Sure thing! Ill be right back!" She replied and bounced off.
"She was cute huh?" Dean asked still he donned that stupid smile.
"To perky for me." I said with no expression. His eyes quickly darkened and he looked down. I knew why he was acting like that, we were gonna start the dream conversation again.
"So why don't you tell me what really happened today." He asked looking up at me.
"Fine. I had a replay of that night. The closer I get to Chicago the worse it gets. I get all the feelings I had when it actually happened. Hence the throwing up thing." I said and as I did the waitress returned to the table with our coffee. Bad timing wench, I thought. Though, it seemed as if she was slightly grossed out by the words I was saying so she left quickly. Dean looked empathetic. I didn't want his pity though. All I wanted was for him to leave it alone.
"So what happens? Is it just a reflex? I mean the throwing up thing." He asked looking sad.
"No when I wake up I don't realize it, all I know is that I just saw my dead parents and it makes me cry and…well you know. It doesn't trigger till it's all over that I am not really there." I explained it to him; he wasn't going to let it go until he understood every aspect of it. The waitress returned once again and this time she had Dean's food.
"Here ya go sugar." She placed the food in front of him and practically shoved her boobs in his face. I was very surprised to see that never once did Dean's sad eyes leave mine.
He ate quickly and paid the check. As we walked out of the diner Dean veered closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. He place a small gentle kiss on the top of my head and whispered, "I'm sorry."
